She Was Twisted

Today I’m dyeing something other than fiber or yarn. My own head! The box of hair dye has only been sitting on the bathroom counter staring at me for about 3 or 4 months.

(My freshly applied hair-dye head. That’s artwork behind me, btw, I really don’t have Medusa hair.)

So here is the story:
I used to dye my hair, like every week it seemed when I was in high school.  Red, maroon, purple and more red seemed to be the colors of choice. I dyed it so often that eventually my hair turned a fun brittle orange. It didn’t phase me however, because that gave me all the more reasons to cut my hair off short. Ahh, those were the days when a crazy hair color or a drastic hair cut was never an issue. Nowadays we have to make sure our hair choices won’t make people think lowly of us in the workforce, (in the professional sense, not personal). And then there is this thing called “time” and “effort.” Yes, I agree, what are those?

So with this said, I FINALLY got around to dyeing my hair today. The last time I dyed my hair was 5 years ago, when the hubby and I decided we were going to try to get pregnant. I decided then that my flavorful hair colors had to go, along with the other non-baby making friendly basic needs – diet coke, alcohol, and caffeine to name a few. In the meantime, this annoying thing showed up – GRAY HAIR. Little nasty silver, sometimes white ones. Of all the nerve!

So anyway, all the gray is gone, gone, gone for the next 4 to 6 weeks, and it has given me something to ramble about on my blog, mostly for the sake of rambling.

It’s all good!